"Ow. What the hell? What is my head hurting?" A man opened his eyes to look at his hand covered in blood.
W-What! The man recognized his blood. He looked down to see a sword through his chest.
What the hell!?
The night was dark and cold. The black abyss of a moon in the sky, emanating darkness that showed onto the world.
A young man with white hair that had black tips, his gray eyes appearing lightless, and his skin quite pale, looked around to find himself in a land filled with death. He was wearing silver armor, yet the sword that penetrated him made it seem useless.
How am I? Where am I? He looked around, seeing the land littered with corpses of those fallen.
"Ahh!" He grabbed his head, a large headache occurring. It felt like his head was about to fall off.
Memories began to flood his mind. Memories that didn't belong to him.
Lloyd. LLoyd! He kept hearing his name. No, the name of the person he was now. His memories revealed events that had led to this point. This person he now was, drafted into a war against strange creatures that invaded Earth. The world was overrun, and during a fight, the sword within Lloyd was something supernatural, but this person failed to use it and was stabbed by it when one of the invaders got hold of it, killing Lloyd.
This person, who was now Lloyd Cimota, flashed back to reality. Why am I here? I...I was home. I was training in the dojo for the upcoming sword master championship. Thinking this, Lloyd then remembered he had fallen unconscious due to the intense training. He had vomited a lot, doing whatever he could to train and get stronger. Did I die?
The thought of this terrified him. No, no, no, NO! Mother and Father will be disappointed! Why! Why is this happening!? He began to cry, a hopeless situation and a hopeless past. Every time he moved, the sword kept him in place, causing sharp pain.
"Nggh!" He grabbed the handle. "How am I alive?" He didn't understand how he was alive among all these rotting corpses, some burst to a crisp, others mutilated by strange things protruding out of them.
Lloyd began to pull, stopping for a moment to catch his breath. The pain was unbearable.
He took a deep breath and started again.
"AHHHHHHHH!" He began to pull again, screaming through the agony of a silver sword exiting his body. His eyes began to strain, and he was losing breath.
He finally managed to pull the sword out and was panting. He fell over, holding his chest in pain.
Pain began to surge in his chest. "AHHHH!" His wound began to regenerate quickly, closing up.
He writhed in pain for 2 hours, not getting up, only his breath filling the silence, before he finally got up.
He slowly got up, feeling the wind blow against his face. He looked at himself again, feeling his slim body under the broken armor. He looked down at the sword, seeing that it appeared quite unique. A sword of pure silver with a cyan edge around the blade, and the handle is twirled. A strange appearance it had. He decided to pick up the blade that radiated a sense of power and authority. As he did, he felt himself freeze.
W-What's going on? He couldn't move, and something began to appear in his view, a light that grew bigger and bigger, coming from the sword, unraveling itself.
He watched as it did, seeing a pair of breasts first, then white hair, then a humanoid female figure, and finally, an ethereal beauty.
White hair tied into twin-tails, red eyes that glowed bright, and a body that was voluptuous, wearing a skin bodysuit with many cutouts in the clothing.
She stared at Lloyd with curious eyes, sensing something different about him. She slowly moved closer, pressing her breasts against him.
"You aren't Lloyd." Lloyd didn't know what to say. He couldn't say anything.
"Are you different from him?" The feminine beauty asked. Lloyd struggled to speak, managing only a few words. "What...do you...mean?"
"...Will you care for me?" She asked, her voice soft and close. She placed her hands on Lloyd's face, bringing herself closer.
"I-I don't understand." Her face seemed somber.
"Please, will you care for me? Will you love me so that I may love you? Will you fill me with love so that I may fill you with power?"
Power? I don't get it. Is she magical or something? What if I say yes? Will she free me?
"Y...Yes." A smile slowly appeared on her face, and she began to cry. "Thank you, new Lloyd. I will love you forever." She began to fade, the particles going back into the sword. Once the light went back into the sword, Lloyd could move again.
Lloyd didn't know what to think of this. First, he awakens in a wasteland filled with blood and reeking of death. Then he sees a strange, feminine beauty that asks him to love her. Everything was confusing, and he had no idea what to do.
Should I go somewhere? Where would I even go? Hm? Lloyd saw something in the distance.
Maybe survivors? Lloyd began walking forward, hoping for some assistance in this world.
"Hey! Excuse me! Can you help me?" He shouted, waving his hand while carrying his word with him. As he got closer, with each step, he would slow down, now gaining a better picture of what was in front of him.
W-What the fuck? He saw something that should only appear in fiction. A monster, a goblin, consuming a human arm.
Lloyd's mouth was opened in shock, seeing the gruesome sight before him. He began running away, fearing for his life.
The goblin made sounds, disgusting sounds that he couldn't describe, hearing the quick and small footsteps behind him. He witnessed a shadow above him jump over, the goblin landing right in front of him. Limbs as skinny as a spider's legs, teeth as disorganized as they could get, and eyes as black as a void. He reached for Lloyd, who got into a stance with his sword. He was terrified and wanted to run away from whatever was in front of him, yet his body knew better. Like it was on autopilot, his body expertly used the sword in his hand and gripped it with great force, his arm muscles flexing, he cut cleanly through the thing that was a goblin in front of him. It was like instinct, his body wasn't his yet his mind and experience from his past life aided him in slaying this creature.
The blood poured from the large wound inflicted on its shoulder down to its belly. It fell forward in defeat, dying on the spot.
Lloyd was panting, unsure of what he had just done. He quickly snapped out of his trance and slowly backed up.
I need to get out of here. He ran into the land, unsure of his destination. He didn't know where to go, where this place was, what happened, but he needed to survive.
Spotting a forest in the distance, he ran towards it.
This sword is heavy. If only it could be lighter, I could run faster.
His sword responded to his thoughts, illuminating. "Huh!?" The sword began to unravel into a pole of silver metal, wrapping around Lloyd's wrist.
Wow. He was impressed, and the weight was reduced, allowing him to pick up speed. He ran into the forest, maneuvering past trees and stepping over rocks.
He decided to take a break, leaning back on a tree. Okay, first, I need to find someone. Based on my appearance, this may be old times. He observed his broken armor, seeing how little it would protect him. It's kind of like isekai, right? My friend told me about stuff like characters being transported to a different world. But why me? I don't fit any of the descriptions my friend said the main characters were. I was never a NEET, I wasn't a shut-in. I was a good 19-year-old man with a good future in swordsmanship, and I was training for the championships. Lloyd was thinking these thoughts, trying to keep his memories and not let the memories of this body overlap with his own. I...don't fit the bill, right?
Lloyd decided to take a seat on the ground to gather his thoughts. In his view, he saw strange glowing colorful flowers releasing some strange particles.
What is that? Lloyd moved closer to it, trying to grab it, but the metal wristband immediately pulled his hand back.
"What!" He looked at the wristband, wondering what that was.
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A feminine voice said, the same voice of the woman he saw emerge from his sword.
"Wait, why?"
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"God Hand? What is that?" Energy began to leave his wristband, and the woman appeared once again. She looked at Lloyd in the eyes, holding his face and resting on his lap.
"I am a God Hand. I am your weapon who will give her body and soul to you. I am yours to use as you wish. A weapon of power, but to use my power, you must love me."
A weapon? So she is the sword. "But what does that have to do with Magick?" he asked.
"One who wields a God Hand has a weakness to mana. It is like an allergy."
"Allergy." Lloyd looked at the mana leaving the flowers, deciding to listen to the woman.
"Okay, I will listen to you." Lloyd tried to follow her advice of treating her with love, but his experience with women was terrible. He placed his hands on her hips, which caused her to blush. She kissed him before disappearing back into the sword.
His heart was racing, his first ever kiss from a woman. Is that what a kiss feels like?
The sound of ruffling could be heard. Lloyd immediately got up, and the sword responded, unraveling off his wrist and forming back into a sword.
The bushes continued to rustle, impending footsteps getting closer. Lloyd had a firm grasp on the handle, ready to attack whatever jumped out.
A flashing of darkness jumped from the bush, a human silhouette.